Hey, guys! Sorry it's been a little while... I was hoping I could finish at least MOST of the story during the summer, but I'm just really lazy, and I apologize for the somewhat longer wait for chapters. I love this story, but I feel so stressed when I have to write because I don't want to make you guys wait a million years for another chapter.
MASSIVE shoutout to Invader Johnny, , and victoriousandicarlysky for being my 50th, 55th, and 57th reviewers. :) Thank you so much for 7 reviews, and 24 favs and alerts. I don't even have 24 (good) friends, so this is quite an accomplishment for me.
And, by the way, we are about halfway through the story! It will have 20- 22 chapters, depending on how a few things go. And, because I really want to get this finished, I am omitting other minor plotlines I'd planned for now.
But I promise you guys, I will finish this by the end of the year. Hopefully around October.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twitter, Diet Coke, or Victorious.
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The next day, after Tori had wiped her tears (this whole Trina thing was turning her into a mess) and worked on her History project with Cat, who was living with her Nona for some reason, she delivered the letter to Beck's. He answered the door quickly, looking at her warily. She could see Jade in the back of the small RV, probably terrorizing the fish.
"…Thanks, Tor. But I talked it over with Jade, and neither of us want to read it. We know she was your sister, and you care about her, but we really didn't know her, and I don't like Jade getting put through this distress. On Friday, her locker was broken into and someone spray painted 'Ding, dong the Wicked Witch is dead!' inside it! She's considering going to a therapist because she thinks it's her fault that Trina's dead! After that stupid tape…. I-"
"Wait, when did you guys get back together anyway? I thought you were broken up!" Tori exclaimed, eyes wide. "How did I now know about this?" She muttered, shaking her head.
Beck scratched his head. "Uh.. It's been almost a week. We kinda got back together right after Sikowitz got rolled off to the hospital."
Tori just shook her head. Beck and Jade were weird. "Wait, do you know how Sikowitz is doing?"
"I think he's in intensive care. Apparently he had heart problems, and something intensified it, giving him a heart attack. He was barely breathing when we found him, but apparently he still was. He probably won't come back to teach though, at least not this year." Beck replied, thinking sadly of the beloved teacher.
"It was probably because he smoked weed." Tori replied, acting casual but sneaking a peek at Beck for his reaction.
He looked surprised, but not much. But then again, Beck never reacted all that much to anything, Tori thought wryly.
Just then, Jade walked up next to him. "Well, if it looks like a pothead, and it smells like a pothead..." She smirked, intertwining hands with Beck. "It looks like we're done here, Tori. See you on Monday!" She said, closing the door on Tori's puzzled face.
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"Babe, can you get the mail?" Beck asked Jade, groaning in frustration. He had literally piles of homework due Monday and a huge test on Tuesday. Jade's distracting talk and lips weren't helping much, either.
"Fine." She groaned, going outside. Sifting through the mail, she found bills, a wedding invitation, and… a small brown box that reminded her of one she had gotten 3 weeks ago. No, it couldn't be. Could it?
She took the box, hiding it away from any wandering eyes under the seat of her banged up car. If it had what she thought it did, she was going to need to… eliminate certain parts. Shaking her head, she found her keys (thank god she'd brought her purse) and headed to Sinjin's, unaware of chocolate brown eyes watching her from the RV.
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After a short drive, she stomped out of her car, kicking up dust. Even though Sinjin lived in the middle of the city, the yard surrounding his sturdy but small house had no grass to speak of. Jade didn't think anything had grown there for a hundred years. Grabbing the package, she knocked on the door hesitantly. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to turn up, unannounced, asking for help to the guy she had refused to go out with a thousand times. And she wasn't exaggerating, Sinjin had asked her out exactly one thousand times before admitting defeat. She thought he was over her by now, though. Kind of.
The door opened by itself ominously, and Jade stepped in, feeling like the main character in one of those cheesy horror movies that she laughed at. Suddenly, a tall, eyeglass bearing, somewhat familiar looking man appeared out of the darkness. "Get out of my house." He barked.
Jade's eyes narrowed. "What's wrong, four eyes?" She taunted, smirking as his face fell. People were so easy. "I'm looking for Sinjin."
"He's in the shed, goth." The man practically snarled, shoving her out the door and slamming it behind her.
Stumbling, Jade was steadied by a pair of hands. "Get off of me!" She threatened.
Turning, she saw Sinjin there. "Sorry about my brother. He's been in a horrible mood for a month now. He even got fired from his bartending job a few days ago."
Jade stared. "What made you think I care?"
"The real question is, why should I help you? You obviously want something from me." Sinjin stated. "And you know I don't do work for free."
Looking around, Jade sighed, showing him the box in her hand. "Let's go somewhere private."
Turning, he led her into a rickety shed in the corner of the yard.
When she walked in, though, she was in awe.
"What is this place?" She asked, letting a hint of admiration show.
"This is my lair. Now, what do you want?" Sinjin was all business.
She reluctantly gave him the box, and took out one of the sharp pairs of scissors she was infamous for having, ready to cut it open.
"Wait." He grabbed her hand. There was a note on one end, written in brown ink.
'About time for this one, huh Beck? Xox Trina.' It read, and, almost in unison, Jade and Sinjin gulped.
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"So you know about the reasons?" Jade asked, perplexed.
"Well, I was one of them, wasn't I?" Sinjin laughed almost sarcastically.
"I need-" She hesitated on the words, because if anything, Jade has never needed anyone. Swallowing her pride, she continued. "I need your freaky technological genius to delete certain.. unsavory parts of this reason. You see, Beck has a secret…"
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Close by, someone else was listening to the CD lying inside the brown box, full of the dirty secrets of Beck Oliver.
Shutting his eyes, he pressed play for the third time. He couldn't wait until all of these horrible people got what they deserved.
"There are few people I actually hate in this world, hate with a burning, consuming rage. You're not one of them, Beck Oliver, and I'm sad to say you never will be. I tried, trust me I tried desperately to loathe you, despise you and your fluffy hair and chocolate eyes with every fiber of my being. But you're not easy to hate, even after all you've done to me. You were my first boyfriend, when I was a freshman. I was one of the last in my school, probably the whole world, to get a boyfriend, and yet there you were, all cute and charming, asking to walk me to class and kissing my cheek. You wanted to keep it a secret, and I only told my two best friends, and it felt so good to have a little secret from everybody, one thing they didn't know about me. Oh, how naive I'd been. For a while, it was all good. But good things never last with me, as I was about to learn.
We were at your house, making out in your bedroom. Your eyes were bloodshot, but I ignored it then, and you pressured me to do more than I was comfortable with. I refused that day, but two weeks later I gave in. On February 14th, the day I had my first, well, first few drinks, I lost my virginity. And it sucked. I clung to you then, more than ever, but you pushed me away. It was like that was all you wanted from me. You started hanging around Jade West, more and more, and another week later, when I tried to kiss you in public during your lunch, and pushed me away and Jade poured her Diet Coke on me and announced, to the whole 8th grade, that I was a slut and that I tried to steal your boyfriend. Your eyes were bloodshot then, too, weren't they Beck? A few days later, after doing some intense spying, I found out your little secret. You were doing heroin and who knew what other kinds of drugs. They kept you up at night, and a little sex-crazy, which was probably the only reason you wanted to go out with me at all. Now, you're off of them. You're all stuffed up with three different kinds of anti-depressants and over the counter drugs. Ever wonder just how Beck was so chill and cool all the time? Those drugs make him numb, just like a robot. Hey, Beck-bot, you like that?
Remember when I pretended to date Beck this year? It's only a few days ago for me, but by the time this gets to you it's probably just a distant memory. Well, I threatened to tell someone if you didn't pretend to like me, and… you agreed, to my surprise. Then, though, you staged that fight over me with Andre and Robbie, and, at the end of the day, you told me how pathetic I was, and how nobody would believe scorned, bitter me, over you. But now, I have nothing to lose. Check one of the drawers in his RV, they're overflowing with the stuff. Tell me, why would a dead girl lie? That sounds like a joke, but, trust me, I'm not kidding."
Sorry about how this kinda took a PLL turn at the end. Blame the amazing fanfics. Also, I've been binge-watching Glee, so I'm pretty busy with that, but I hope to get the next chapter up soon- ish! And, shoutout to the 60th reviewer!
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